Grumpy Angler. Molesworth hey?; seventeen years in The Parachute Regiment might gainsay that conclusion and I left early, which was my decision. Mancunius. I did hear something about those Scottish Scamps and the transmogrifications which [more…]
This is the first in a series alternating with my musings; reflecting my enduring love of poetry and what it can bring us. I will jump about a bit as I recall poems I have [more…]
Two daughters duly came to visit last weekend (the third lives in Spain) and after a nice pub meal, a bit of a catch-up and a stroll around the marina in the sunshine I had [more…]
Waiting for MOT (passed) I was browsing my volume of the Dylan Thomas Notebook Poems 1930-1934. I came across this piece which I had never seen before. I admit it shook me; in 1934 he [more…]
My poor old mind biggles at the knee deep stupidity which engulfs us : ‘I named my daughter Crumpets and now she’s being relentlessly bullied.’ Doh. Perhaps she should have called her Pikelets? Thank you [more…]
A headline caught my eye : ‘Tenant renting out London council house while iving in Ethiopia among dozens to have property seized.’ Says it all about the current state of soft touch Britain brought about [more…]
A la recherche du temps perdu (Proust) Moving On If only I might wander through the coming days and be with you, If I could be there at your side If I could calm the [more…]
A lot of disquiet expressed currently regarding the actions of the police, two-tier policing etc. etc. Policing by Consent – this from 2000 ‘When saying ‘policing by consent’, the Home Secretary was referring to a [more…]
A la recherce du temps perdu (Proust) My woman When I hold her, hold my woman Hold her tight against my bosom Cries she like a little spirit Spirit of the hills and forest. [more…]
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